for all the free people, that still protest. you are welcome. we protect you. and you are protected by the best. your voice is strong and loud. but who will fight for you. no standing in your crowd we are the men and women. wearing the boots, and carring the guns. we are the oners who leave our own.
to make sure you future is carved in stone. we are the ones who fight and die. we may not be able to save trhe world but at least we try. we walked the paths to where we are at.
and we want no choice other than that. so when you rally your group to complain. take a look in the back of your brain.
in order for that flag, you love to fly wars must be fought. in youngmen and women must die.
we came here to fight for the ones we hold dear if that is not respected we would rather stay here.
so please stop, your yelling and put down your sign and we pray for those behind enemy lines.
when the conflict is over be thankful that we chose to go through hell.
A Soldier's Prayer” (Larry Walker, Tommy Oliver) Narrated by Dean Jones God Bless the Victims!
One hot desert morning at dawn's early light While trudging through the sand I found a piece of paper Clutched in a young man's hand
And upon that paper the words he wrote Were not filled with despair Just thoughts from the heart of a brave young lad He called it, “A Soldier's Prayer”
I took the paper from his hand and read it aloud...
Will there be a place in heaven For a person such as me Who, through youth and the love for life Isn't all you'd have me be?
I've been a man but a short time now And I'll ask you this, if I might Isn't fighting for freedom's cause A fight that's always right?
The men I've killed, some things I've done Are not things I've wanted to do But a job I believe had to be done By we who believe in you
I had those thoughts upon my mind When I heard that deadly sound Then, all around me, one by one My friends fell to the ground
Somehow I knew before it hit Fear ran up my spine I felt the blast tearing my side I knew this one was mine
There'll be much grief for loved ones at home when they learn that I am dead Please ease their pain and let them know These things that I have said
Time's run out, I can feel death's sting Oh, God, please hear my plea Let there be a place in heaven For a person such as me
Lord, this is the chaplain, I'm here with this lad Our country's given the finest it had We who are older and have studied your word Know this boy's prayer is more than just heard
It is answered with your love And the promise that there'll be A special place in heaven For a person such as he.
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for all the free people, that still protest. you are welcome.
we protect you. and you are protected by the best.
your voice is strong and loud.
but who will fight for you.
no standing in your crowd
we are the men and women.
wearing the boots, and carring the guns.
we are the oners who leave our own.
to make sure you future is carved in stone.
we are the ones who fight and die.
we may not be able to save trhe world
but at least we try.
we walked the paths to where we are at.
and we want no choice other than that.
so when you rally your group to complain.
take a look in the back of your brain.
in order for that flag, you love to fly
wars must be fought.
in youngmen and women must die.
we came here to fight
for the ones we hold dear
if that is not respected
we would rather stay here.
so please stop, your yelling and put down your sign
and we pray for those behind enemy lines.
when the conflict is over
be thankful that we chose
to go through hell.
god bless them all.